Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 99 The Remnants of the Ghost

Chapter 99: Chapter 99 The Remnants of the Ghost

But the fat ghost continued its head-on charge, rapidly closing in on Wen Wen; his forward-facing stance suggested he intended to smear his facial fat all over Wen Wen.

This visage, the greatest hatred he bore at the moment of death, had become even uglier as a ghost. Wen Wen’s disdain for his appearance had clearly touched a nerve.

"Damn! Don’t be fooled by his bulk; he’s really quick on his feet!"

As a ghost, Qin Shuang was supposed to be far more powerful than this one, but the issue was that Wen Wen wasn’t accustomed to his ghostly physique and thus couldn’t outrun the chubby ghost.

Grinding his teeth, he dropped his handbag and propelled his body forward, punching straight into the belly of the fat ghost.

The fat ghost looked at Wen Wen in bewilderment. What was he up to?

"Brother, if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame yourself for not knowing when to quit..."

Wen Wen activated the energy within the Catastrophe Gloves; a powerful suction force erupted from the gloves, shredding the fat ghost into pieces and absorbing it into the gloves.

In Wen Wen’s hands, only a Glass Beads-like object remained, apparently the residue left behind that the Catastrophe Gloves deemed unworthy of absorption.

Wen Wen, with a look of disgust, wiped the Catastrophe Gloves; having just absorbed such a ghost, he felt a bit nauseous.

Seeing that Glass Beads, the other nearby ghosts had their eyes widen in longing, their confused expressions filled with desire.

A few ghosts with relatively clearer minds drifted toward Wen Wen, their target being the Glass Beads.

"Give... that thing to me!"

A ghost with half of its body gruesomely mutilated glared at Wen Wen, its expression horrific, as if ready to tear Wen Wen to pieces should he refuse.

A normal person would probably give in after such a fright, but Detective Wen was no ordinary person.

Wen Wen swung the Glass Beads around a few times, and the ghosts’ gazes followed the movement, confirming to Wen Wen that it was indeed something valuable.

And valuable things should be kept for oneself.

"You want this item, sure, but you need to tell me first why you attacked that family."

"Give... it to me!"

The ghost scorned Wen Wen’s question, continuing to demand the object.

"Looks like communication is impossible. Since you want it so badly, I’ll just give it to you then!"

Wen Wen threw the Glass Beads, and the ghost hurriedly caught it, trying to shove it into its mouth, fearful that its companions might fight him for it.

But at that moment, Wen Wen’s Catastrophe Gloves reached its chest, and the gloves’ overwhelming suction force burst forth, shredding the half-bodied ghost into fragments.

"Now I have two Glass Beads. Does anyone want to answer my question?"

Seeing Wen Wen effortlessly kill a ghost with a mere gesture, the other ghosts around didn’t retreat in fear; instead, they became more agitated.

All of them, with fierce expressions, lunged towards Wen Wen. With an additional Glass Beads, the temptation for them grew even stronger.

"Ah... I don’t actually like using force, you know. My wish is for world peace..."

While Wen Wen spoke of his dislike for force, his hands rapidly dispatched the ghosts one by one, and in roughly ten minutes, he had dealt with all the ghosts in the room!

The only one left, a ghost sporting a nobleman’s haircut and cowering in a corner, stared at Wen Wen in terror.

That look in his eye was as if Wen Wen was a homicidal demon, and the ghosts were the innocent victims.

Originally, Wen Wen hadn’t planned to use force, as Qin Shuang’s consistent weakness and vulnerability had led Wen Wen to believe the ghostly physique was poor in combat.

But unexpectedly, Qin Shuang’s ghostly strength turned out to be more powerful than all the other ghosts in that room combined!

These solitary, wild ghosts might have seemed fierce, but their power was actually weak. Combined with the weakening effect of the yellow light, they couldn’t even hurt Wen Wen.

Although Wen Wen was also somewhat subdued, his attacks didn’t rely on the power of ghosts but on the Catastrophe Gloves, so he easily absorbed all the ghosts in the room.

Wen Wen stuffed all those glass beads into his suitcase and asked the shivering ghost,

"I’m asking you, what exactly happened here? Spill the beans."

"Can I have one of those, just one?"

The aristocratic ghost asked weakly, because before the fight started, Wen Wen had said he’d reward answers to his questions.

"No, scram!"

"Could the situation then and the situation now be the same? If you don’t come clean, I’ll turn you into a glass bead too."

Wen Wen tried hard to open his eyes wide, intimidating the ghost as he spoke.

"I’ll confess, I’ll tell you everything."

The aristocratic ghost nodded vigorously like a pecking chicken; in his heart, Wen Wen was now a ghoul-slaying demon.

So, he cooperated fully...

...

After the aristocratic ghost had confessed everything that needed to be confessed, he nodded and bowed before retreating and vanishing from the room.

Leaving Wen Wen alone in thought.

"Hmm... so that’s it. As expected, the entanglements between humans and ghosts all have their reasons; the cause of yesterday brings the effect of today; it’s not that they’re not reported, just that their time hasn’t come..."

Wen Wen didn’t feel particularly moved; he just thought that such a saying suited the current atmosphere.

After a moment’s thought, he switched to his Vampire Constitution; great strength filled his body, causing him to inadvertently start humming.

"Ahem, now’s not the time to enjoy, it’s time to get down to business."

He took out his phone and made a call.

Normally, in a place with so many ghosts, the signal would generally be blocked, but thanks to that dog, the signal here was still decent.

Moreover, when making a call with a Ghostly Physique, the phone would emit static and the words would be unclear—this was an inherent trait of ghosts that Wen Wen couldn’t change, which is why he used his Vampire Constitution to make the call.

"Hello, Teacher Ding? Could you get your ape to help me look up a case from twenty-five years ago..."

On the other end of the line, Ding Mingguang, who was drinking goji berry water and watching a small movie, nearly choked on his water.

"It’s Programmer Ape, not monkey!"

"It’s all the same, all the same, please help me with the information first."

If it wasn’t urgent, Wen Wen would definitely have delved into a thorough discussion with Ding Mingguang about whether there’s a difference between a monkey and an ape.

"Date, location, type of case."

"The date was twenty-five years ago, around April sixteenth I believe; the location should be near the highway by Shuangshan Town. There was a serious traffic accident there, could you help me look it up?"

Within just tens of seconds, Wen Wen’s phone received several text messages with the specific details of the case all in those messages.

If Wen Wen had a fax machine, Ding Mingguang could even send all the photos from the scene.

Flipping through the messages, Wen Wen nodded.

"Looking at it this way, the aristocratic ghost didn’t lie to me, so... what should I do next?"

In Wen Wen’s slender eyes flashed a sharp, chilling light!